Ms.Matchsticks and the Machine

Ms.Matchsticks know the feminism history. And, feminism today has become such a requirement to even think of equality. But, of course, that makes Ms.Matchsticks a 'feminazi', because god forbid should she differentiate herself from a carpet. One of the worst things is when people make a big deal about her bra strap showing. Sometimes it does, given the fact that she does not have her eyeballs stuck on her bra strap. This brought her to the point that, penis holders get to bend and show the world the dark side of the moon and whip their little member out in public to take a blessed leak, but if a woman's bra shows even unintentionally, all of that is put aside to sit and converse about how a woman's pride is stacked between her legs and skin. Hasn't the world seen enough of inequality already? Do we have to sexualize daily underwear? Ms.matchsticks hated this. Hated being told to fix her clothes because apparently, a little strap scares the living daylig...

The intersection of the collective experiences of womanhood everywhere in the world always kept Ms.matchsticks up. Actually not just women, but children, men, little boys. Everyone. It's a big price to pay to feel far too much, and be able to accommodate so many ideas, feelings. No wonder, he thinks Ms.Matchsticks is insane. Trying to bridge this gap between her mind and soul, she finally managed to get the hell out of that bed. Damini's story is still haunting her. She keeps wondering if there was more that she could have done for Damini. But, anyway everyone has their cross to bear. Ms.Matchsticks carries hers everyday. Everywhere she goes. Most of Ms.Matchstick's days pass by as an idle writer taking down two hundred trolls on news comment sections. But, last night was a little different. From all the feminist blogs she comes across, why is it so hard for a brown girl to have a conversation with a western feminist? Is it because of her color, she automatically m...

Sorry! Sorry! Today was different. Ms. Matchsticks was in no mood for the usual tantrums. She was running late and nobody but nobody would understand the female anatomy of being in a hurry. She's feisty, she is always ready to punch if you get in her way. Except that guy. That guy is ... well he is allowed to be a bastard. As Ms.Matchsticks gathered her morning papers and was ready to step out, Mrs Whisker's let her know today is going to pretty darn weird. Yeah! There goes Mrs.Whiskers. Warning her about the fantastic few. Always thinking when will Ms.Matchsticks show up. Will she look beautiful? Would her voice still spell out love?  No! No time for that now. Ms.Matchsticks is late. So, so late.  She walked by her lane, hoping to get the vehicle on time and that's when she saw a pan whopping his penis out near the drain to take a leak. Ah! Public urination. The natural sport of the East.  So, Ms.Matchsticks thought! She gets told off if her bra s...

Ms.Matchsticks always likes her life to be just the way she wants it. it is always easier to start off with. But, you know what really gets to the core of existence?   In a universe that is billions of years old and where we have all come out of single-cell organisms, the big bang and everything in between; being female has really stood out.     Think about it.   So, Ms. Matchsticks decided she will address this problem head-on. She will now learn how to female in 2018. As she played with the pages of the Oscar Wilde's 'Picture of Dorian Grey' and stared out blankly, she heard the phone ring.    'Not again' she whispered to herself. Hi Tina! Ms.Matchsticks replied taking the call, of course trying to be enthusiastic about the phone call. Tina was raving about this guy she had met two weeks back. But, Ms.Matchsticks knows these penis holders far too well. they come and go, boys trying to be men.   Tina finally hung...